Lesson One - Fifth Years

[Richard Romain]

Richard frowned a little bit as he sat down behind his desk, trailing his fingers along the wood to feel it, to admire the tecture of it. There were a few marks on the wood that he didn't actually recognise. Perhaps the clearner had hit it when working during the summer? He didn't much care though. The marks would add character to it, making the whole desk more of a part of the room than a piece of frunature.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he moved round to sit in his chair, resting his arms on the desk itself.

[Lucas Woodham]

Lucas entered the classroom, muttering a "good morning" to the professor as he sat down. He had a good summer, and he had a lot of time to sleep, so it was really a sad thing for him, now that school is back and he wouldn't be able to sleep more, except on weekends.

He smiled lightly and waited patiently for class to begin.

[Richard Romain]

Richard sighed a little bit. He only had one person in his fifth year group did he? Well at least it meant less marking when it came to the OWLs at the end of the year,

"Lucas, I'm sure that you know that this year is your OWLs year." he told the boy, "To that end we shall be doing a lot of review work. Five points if you can tell me the spell needed to turn a match into a needle."

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